Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Monkeypox, schmonkeypox.

Dear whomever bothers to stop in anymore:

I know you're tired of hearing how annoyingly busy I am at work and why I've seemingly abandoned you, so hows about we pretend that I am off battling the Monkey Warrior Tribes of Eastern Estonia? I am Captain Whiskeymarie of Wussy Infantry #459. We carry q-tips as weapons, and use banana muffins, chocolate-covered bananas and banana pudding as bait. So far we haven't any prisoners, but we've all gained 5 pounds.

It's not you hon, you have as much "Captain" in you as you always have (I've seen you in the commercials). It's that bitch whore Facebook, what with all her "look at me!, look at me! ...NO, LOOK at ME!! Stepping out of her Ferrari in her red mini and no panties for lowlife paparazzi. I shall join you in throwing banana stuff at her! Her mother was a hamster, and her father smelled of elderberries!

This time I will post comments sober. Oh you didn't know I was drunkie last time. Well good I came out sounding more coherent then I thought.Ahem, I am one with you in your busy-osity. Everyday it is all I can do to put on pants.

Thinking of you and hoping it subsides for us both..sometime before the next millenium.

Aaww....Oh where, oh where, has my Whiskeymarie gone? Oh where, oh where, could she be? With her blog cut short and her absence so long,Oh where, oh where could she be?!There. I made an ass out of myself in cyber comment world just for you. Missin' ya in MN. - Renata1967